I'm almost finished! Just a few more chaps! Oh and unlike the chaps before, this one focuses more on Bash's present/future.

Btws, all the songs in this chap are from Barbie. I don't care what you say; Barbie--especially the classic ones--have GREAT songs. Oh, and check out the vid above--with Spider-Man giving a lesson about heroism and power.

Warning! Long chapter ahead!

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At the center of Viletown...

Berserk stares at the bustling city around her. Despite its name, Viletown has many districts, towns, and cities within it; why it was still dubbed a 'town' is unknown--mostly cause no one really cares to find out. "You know, it's rude not to greet someone when you meet," the redhead says. The blonde Right scoffs. "Heh, since when did a Punk care for manners?" The girl spares the male a glance. "Since when does a hero stoop to a villain's level?" She shoots back. "I'm not a hero...," the blond mutters. Berserk raises a brow. "Not a hero...," she mumbles to herself.

Bash sighs. After walking forward, he sat down beside Berserk--while still keeping a distance between them, of course. The girl raises a curious brow but says nothing. The two sit in awkward silence, neither wanting to break it. Bash shoots the girl a discrete look, while Berserk just swings her legs gleefully--completely in her own world, as usual.

"It's noisy, isn't it?" Berserk pipes up, turning to look at the blonde. The boy flinches, taken aback; but quickly recovers. He turns to glance at the hustle and bustle of the city below.

Even from up here--one of the highest skyscrapers in Viletown--they can hear all the noise clearly. The boy narrows his blue eyes. "Definitely," he agrees. Berserk tilts her head, smirking. "Yeah. You seem like the type who likes serenity," she chuckles. Bash purses his lips, not sure how to react. "Is that complimentary? Or not?" The blonde asks. The girl just shrugs. "Whichever you'd like to assume." The girl stood up, blowing some orange strands out of her face. "Well, I gotta go now. See ya!" She waves then flew away.

Bash stares at the trail of dark pink light for a moment. Then the realization hits him. 'Oh, you are not getting away that easily!' The male clenches his fist, before rushing after her. In just a few minutes, Bash spots Berserk. She was ahead of him by just a few metres--okay, more than a few--due to her early start. The blonde felt his competitiveness rise. He quickly speeds ahead. Berserk shoots him a surprised look but turns her attention forward. "What are you doing?" She yells over the wind.

Bash could feel the howling wind whipping his blonde locks. Narrowing his eyes, he replies, "Making sure you don't get away!" The girl's face scrunches up in confusion. She takes an abrupt halt--and the blonde skids a few feet before stopping as well. "Get away with what?" The redhead places her hands on her hips.

Bash opens his mouth, then closes it, unsure how to respond. Berserk patiently waits for his answer--until her eyes caught sight of something far more interesting. "Ooh! What's that?" Berserk points downwards, before hurrying towards it. Bash blinks then follows after her.

It turns out, it was just an ordinary stray calico. It had a short tail. "Aww~ kitty!" Berserk squeals, wrapping the small cat in her arms. Surprisingly, the cat didn't hiss or even push the girl away. Even from his position, Bash could clearly hear the cat purring--like it was being hugged by their best friend or beloved owner, rather than a psychopathic villain. It had absolutely no hostility or fear of the redhead. That...was a shock. Cats aren't really the most... 'welcoming' creatures.

"Bye, kitty~," Berserk hums, gingerly placing the cat down. The feline nuzzles the redhead one last time, before strutting away. "Oh, wait! Here," she exclaims, startling the calico as it turns to stares at her. The girl beams brightly as she presents the feline with a too-large-to-be-normal, fresh-looking salmon. The feline stares wide-eyed at the fish, to which the redhead chuckles good-naturedly. She places the salmon in front of the calico. "There ya go! Remember to take care of Dumpling and Onigiri," Berserk chirps, gently stroking the cat.

The feline bites the fish and quickly scurries away, not even sparing the girl a second glance--but the girl doesn't seem to mind, merely giggling. Standing up, she brushes down her skirt. "Well, let's go," she smiles at Bash, before taking off. The blond gazes at where the cat was for a moment before following after the girl. It took him a while to find the redhead because she was hiding. "What are you doing?" Bash asked, staring at Berserk--who was covering her eyes--in puzzlement.

"If I can't see you, you can't see me~," she answers, turning her head the other way. Bash sweatdrops, then he gets an idea. He levitates to the side so he's directly facing the girl, and then he flicks her forehead. "H-hey! What was that for?!" Berserk splutters, puffing out her cheeks. Bash bites back the chuckle that almost escapes his lips. Doing his best not to make eye contact, the blond gives a shrug. "How'd you know it was me? You said you couldn't see me," Bash states.

The redhead blinks in surprise, before laughing with amusement. "Ooh~ Touche, pretty boy, touche." The girl shakes her head in amusement. Despite the earlier reaction, Bash purses his lips at the nickname--to which the redhead laughs even more. "Well---since you're determined to follow me--let's go," Berserk gestures for the boy to follow her before she speeds away. The blond nod absent-mindedly then follows after the villain.

"Where are we headed?" Bash questions, glancing at the redhead. She just smiles at him. "Terrorist Territory," she replies. Bash stops abruptly--and Berserk follows suit--then stares at the girl from behind. "Are you crazy!?" He yells at her. The girl looks over her shoulder, looking at Bash directly in the eyes.

"Did you seriously just ask me that?" The redhead deadpans. The male sucks in a deep breath and slowly exhales. "Good point," he concedes, realizing how ridiculous his question was. Taking a deep breath, he tries again.

"Why are you--we, going there?" He inquires. Without missing a beat, the villain replies, "You don't have to." Shirou rolls his eyes. The two continue to fly silently. Bash shoots the redhead a quick glance. She didn't seem worried at all--in fact, she even seems excited to go to TerrorTerri! Then again, considering who she is, that shouldn't be a surprise; but it still didn't stop Shirou from letting out a groan.

After maybe 30 minutes of flying, they both land near the outskirts of TerrorTerri. Bash's face scrunches up in a mix of disgust and apprehension while Berserk remains grinning, as always. The ground itself had been dyed black by the many explosions, with a few flecks of red splattered around like a mere after-thought. The blonde grimaces and surpasses the shudder that threatens to overcome him. Berserk starts walking and Bash follows after.

As they walk silently, his eyes shift to the buildings. The pale moonlight and broken, flickering street lights paint the city in an ominous, almost sickly white radiance. The dim light also highlights the broken down buildings, the grey concrete crumbling but still somehow manages to stay in one place. Some of the buildings had paint peeling off them, their windows broken--with a few sharp shards still remaining. The cracks snaking across the windows have a frightening resemblance to silver serpents.

Bash also notices the abundance of bullet holes.

The image of his own school with both cracked windows and concrete--just after Captain Hiroto's attack--flashes in his mind's eye; and he hurriedly shakes his head in order to get rid of the less-than-ideal imagery. Berserk glances at the blond through the corner of her eye. "Hey, pretty boy," she lightly taps the male's shoulder. Bash glares at her--he doesn't appreciate the nickname in the least. Of course, Berserk never really cared about others.

"What?" The boy doesn't bother hiding his irritation. The girl raises a brow at the tone but doesn't comment on it. "You okay?" She questions. Bash shoots her a dubious look, not believing the concern is genuine. He half-shrugs, gesturing to the buildings with one arm. "How the heck is this place even livable?" He inquires. Berserk does a once-over of the city, before looking back at the blond. "Heh, that's an architect's secret I guess!" She chirps in a jolly tone. The Right rolls his sapphire eyes.

Then a swift movement in the shadows catches Bash's attention. Instinctively, he pushes the redhead behind him, stretching an arm out to prevent her from advancing. "Who are you? Come out!" The blond barks, not realising the figures silently approaching from behind. Then the blond covers his nose as the stench of blood strikes his poor nose.

He glances behind him; three figures slowly trudging towards them, each holding a different weapon. Bash's eyes quickly scan the surroundings. He notices a few more people stepping out of the shadows, as well as a few snipers cleverly hiding in the buildings. He and Berserk were undeniably surrounded. Even if they were to fly, the snipers would still have a clear range.

The blond glances at the girl by his side. She was staring directly forward, no discernible expression on her face. Finally, she bursts into gleeful laughter. Everyone flinches at the sound, and Bash glares at her. 'What's so darn funny?!?' He mentally screams. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looks up at the--apparently--leader of the group. "Kawi-kun! Did you forget I was coming?" The redhead pouts, crossing her arms. The person halts then recognition flashes across their face. "Berserk-sama!" The person exclaims, a pleased tone evident in their voice.

Almost immediately, everyone relaxes their stances--well, almost everyone. Bash shoots all the shadowy figures with a suspicious look. "You, know them?" He whispers lowly. Berserk grins, before opening her arms wide as she does a quick spin. "Relax, everyone! We're just here for the party," she beams. They all share a quick look.

Suddenly, one of the--a buff axe-wielding woman with a red mohawk--points her weapon towards Bash. "Hero...," she scowls, venom dripping from her voice. The blonde flinches. 'Great, what the heck did I get myself into?' he thought, but carefully keeps his emotions from showing on his face.

Then, Berserk drapes her arm over the male's shoulder. "Nah, he's not a hero. Right?" The redhead smirks at the blond. He sucks in a breath and hesitantly nods (well, considering he's surrounded by at least 15 people who're ready to attack him, he can't really protest can he?). The girl detaches herself from the Right and gazes at the figures steadily. "See? Now, come on; I want to go to the party!" She proclaims, to which all the figures chuckle.

Slowly, they all sheath their respective weapons and relax their postures; so, Bash mirrors their actions. The figures nod their approval and gesture for Berserk to take a step forward. The Punk leader advances forward, and the mohawked woman mutters something to her.

Berserk smirks, nodding to the tall woman. She then grabs Bash's hand and drags him to who-knows-where. They walk through alleyways and secret passages. Finally, they reach an opening decorated with colourful lights, banners, and balloons. In the very center of it all, is a small albino girl--maybe 6 or 7--with a cast on her leg.

Despite the disability, as soon as she spots the Punk, she tries to run towards her. Berserk hurriedly stops her then kneels in front of the kid. "Whoa there, girl! Think of your poor leg," the redhead states placing her hand on the petite girl's shoulder.

But the little girl simply ignored the comment. "You came!" She grins wide, causing the two supers to notice that she was missing a few teeth. The redhead gives the child a look--the kind of look you give someone when you know they did something wrong. "Did you get into a fight, missy?" Berserk goes heavy on her reprimanding tone.

The small girl twirls a lock of her white hair and looks away. "Maaaybeee....," she mumbles. The Punk rolls her eyes and straightens up. "Well, it is your b-day...," the girl rubs her chin, before smirking. "Fine, I won't say anything." The villain proceeds to affectionally ruffle the girl's snow-coloured hair.

"Right, let's get this party STARTED!" Berserk announces merrily, to the cheers of everyone.

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1 hour later...

Bash glances at his watch before sighing. His eyes lazily travel across the 'scenery'; some of the adults were gambling and drinking, while the minors were throwing knives and playing with their older siblings' guns. 'I don't know which is more dangerous; the kids playing with AK-17 rifles, or that mohawk woman with the battle-axe,' the blonde thinks. As he was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Berserk coming close.

"Hey, hey! Having fun?" She chirps, staring at the Right expectantly. The blond shrugs, which causes the redhead to pout. "C'mon, pretty boy," she comments. Without waiting for a response, Bash is once again dragged to the centre. The birthday girl's face lights up when she notices the supers. "Berserk, Berserk!" She calls out waving her arms.

Not wanting the albino to start running again, the redhead approaches the smaller girl. "Yes?" Berserk tilts her head. The birthday girl crosses her arms with a pout. "You promised to sing a song for my birthday!" The albino whines, stomping her (uninjured) foot on the ground. Before the Punk could answer, the petite girl continues.

"Well, I want you to sing as a birthday present too; that means you have to sing two songs!" The girl proclaims, doing a peace sign with her hand. For a moment, Berserk seems taken aback--but she quickly recovers. "Alright, alright, missy. What song do you want?" The redhead chuckles. The petite girl purses her lips in thought before beaming. "A Barbie song!" She squeals excitedly Berserk nods. She lets go of Bash's wrist and levitates to stand on a make-shift stage.

"Everyone having a good time?" She starts, and everyone responds in a lively cheer. "Great! Well, this year--as a birthday gift--I'll be singing two songs for you all!" She proclaims. Everyone claps excitedly before swiftly going quiet. 'What is she; an idol?' Bash couldn't help but lament. He floats higher so he can get a better view. 'Might as well enjoy the show,' he reason, crossing his arms.

Berserk takes a deep breath and starts to sing.

https://youtu.be/rsgZFroptjI

"When you don't know where to go,
And you're feeling all alone;
Look inside yourself,
You're so much more than you know."

"When you're stuck and out of time,
You can cross the finish line;
You're a champion,
You'll always be a winner."

The redhead places a hand over her heart, as her gaze locks with the birthday girl. Berserk shoots the albino a dazzling smile before continuing.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~
Oh, whoa~"

"You can be anything you want,
If you believe in who you are;
You'll light up the whole world,
You're shining so bight."

The Punk does a little twirl, as a soft reddish-pink glow emanates from her. All the fairy lights immediately shone brighter than before, bathing the surroundings in a cheery and colourful radiance. Bash narrows his eyes at the redheaded leader. 'What's going on...?' He thinks worriedly.

"Anything is possible,
When you look into your heart;
Oh, oh, oh, oh~
You're a shooting star."

The redhead looks down, pausing for a breath. When she starts singing again, her voice is once again soft--almost melancholy.

"When I'm down and feeling scared,
I know I should take a chance;
The world is sitting right here,
In the palm of my hands."

The redhead thrusts her hand forward, as a small orb of light appears. She grins, and quickly takes off to the skies--causing everyone to look up to her. Once again, she grins brightly. Placing a hand on her chest, her voices shifts into a more cheery tone.

"I'm flying higher than before,
And giving up is not a choice;
I'll push the doubt aside,
And step into the spotlight."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~
Oh, oh~"

"I can be anything I dream,
Live a life that's made for me;
I'll light up the whole world,
I'm shining so bright."

Once again, the girl's figure is enveloped with a reddish-pink glow. She doesn't seem to notice as she continues to sing. Her voice filling up the silence, while the radiance of the glow starts up to light up the dark night sky.

"Anything is possible,
When I look into my heart;
Oh, oh, oh~
I'm a shooting star~!
Oh, oh~
I'm a shooting star~!
Oh, oh~
I'm a shooting star~"

Slowly, the redhead descends, a look of calm joy painted on her face. As her feet touch the ground, the glow disappears with a colourful burst. Berserk opens her eyes, and grins--albeit a bit sheepishly. "Well, what do you all think?" She asks. Everyone stares at her, gaping; before clapping in excitement. "Another song, another!" The albino girl's voice shouts. Berserk takes a deep breath, before nodding. She pauses for a moment, trying to decide what song should she sing--then she snaps her fingers. She takes another deep breath, and when she opens her mouth everyone is taken aback by how her voice changes. Her voice is so grand and the pitch is so different, it almost sounds like a different person.

https://youtu.be/zN6iN9WHHNA

"And you're always free to begin again,
And you're always free to believe;
When you find the place that your heart belongs,
You'll never leave."

The redhead places a hand over her heart as she sings. The only sound is the girl's voice as if every single creature decided to be silent. Her tone and pitch are so different that it's almost inhuman--then again, Berserk has never been that normal anyways.

"You and I will always be,
Celebrating life together."

"I know I have found a friend forevermore~"

Just for a brief moment, Bash could've sworn Berserk made eye contact with him. But when he blinks, the Punk was gazing at the birthday girl. 'No, couldn't be!' The blonde reasons, shaking his head.

"Love is like a melody,
One that I will always treasure."

"Courage is the key that opens every door~"

Berserk opens her arms wide, before slowly retracting and placing them over her heart once more. She closes her eyes and continues singing.

"Though you may not know where your gifts may lead,
And it may not show at the start;
When you live your dream, you'll find destiny,
Is written in your heart."

Berserk pauses. She gestures to the crowd--and they instantly understood. This time everyone started to sing together, in perfect harmony--well, as perfect as it can get.

"Though you may not know where your gifts may lead,
And it may not show at the start;
When you live your dream, you'll find destiny,
Is written in your heart~"

Once again, the redhead slowly opens her eyes. A blissful smile on her lips. Everyone starts clapping, cheering for the mock-idol. "Another, another!" A few yell enthusiastically. The redhead waves her hand dismissively. "Sorry, everyone; but I think I've had enough singing for one night," the Punk smiles apologetically. Before anyone could respond, the redhead quickly hovers to join the blond Right. She grins at him. "So, what did you think?" The male glares at her. "What you want me to praise you? To say you have a heavenly voice or something?" The blond scowls angrily.

The redhead blinks, before smirking. "You think I have a heavenly voice?" Berserk gushes, ecstatic. Bash flinches before sighing. "Seriously? That's what you choose to focus on?" The blond groans, shaking his head. The redhead nods. "Look at the barren land with no grass, or look at the single blossom that has grown despite; I choose to see the flower." Berserk states philosophically.

The Right narrows his royal (blue) eyes, ever so slightly. Taking a deep breath, he then decides to ask her something. "Why...did you chose those songs?" He mumbles, loud enough for the Punk to hear. 'Somehow I feel like they were directed at me--especially the last one,' he thinks.

The redhead stares at him for a moment, before a sad smile forms on her face. Unlike before, the girl offers her hand; this time, he has a choice--to follow or not. He chooses the former. The two supers then float away, before landing on one of the taller buildings--which isn't exactly saying much. Berserk lets go of the blond's hand and starts teetering at the edge of the building. Bash's eyes widen.

"Oi! Be careful--you're gonna fall," he proclaims, stepping closer. Berserk puffs out her cheeks, but she heeds the advice and sat down instead. The blond sighs in relief and joins the Punk. A moment of comfortable silence pass between them. Finally, the blond breaks the tender tranquility. "So...," he trails off, rubbing his neck. The redhead nods for him to continue. "Why?" The Right inquires.

Berserk looks up and closes her eyes. "Well," she begins. "The first song was for Rose--that's the girl's name, by the way. She's an athlete--but she broke her leg just a week before an important competition," the girl explains. Despite the smile on her face, Bash could neither tell what's she thinking nor what's she's actually feeling.

"But she still entered. Everyone laughed when she stood at the starting point; but she still ran--well, more like she dragged her leg to the finish line." Bash glances back at the party. He could barely make it out in the dark, but he can easily picture the albino girl in his mind. "Let me guess; she got first place?" The blond sighs.

Berserk shakes her head. "Nope, she got last place," the female corrects. "In fact, she took quite a while; but she didn't stop until she crossed that line. She told me she was so satisfied with herself," she adds, chuckling softly. The Right blinks in surprise. He opens his mouth to ask why did the gi--why did Rose still ran despite, why she was still so happy, why she wasn't training her butt off to improve; then he realised the significance of the first song. The male barks out a short laugh, and Berserk sends him a curious look. "Sorry, sorry. I just got the first song's meaning." The male tries to muffle his laughter with his hand, but it's not that effective.

"Heh, well at least you've loosened up." The redhead beams, laughing softly. "The second one...," the girl trails off. Bash's laughter dies down, and he stares at the Punk leader expectantly. "Honestly, I just really liked that song," the girl grins like a Cheshire cat, but the redhead continues. "But now that I think about it...," she rubs her chin. "I guess it does suit you, in a way." The blond finally turns to look at the girl. He raises a brow, pursing his lips. "In what way exactly?" The Right inquires.

Berserk gazes directly into the blond's beautiful sapphire-hued eyes. "I have a few questions first," she points a finger towards the boy, and he nods his consent--albeit hesitant. "Who are you?" She asks. It's a simple question, really--but if you stop to think about it thoroughly, it's not easy. Taking a deep breath, the blond answers, "I'm a member of the RowdyRight Boys Z; we're heroes whose goals are to--," before he could finish, Berserk places a finger on his lips.

She gazes at him seriously. "That's your rank, your title, your position, your occupation--or something like that; but I know one thing for sure, that's not what I asked you," she reprimands sternly, like a mother to a child. "So, I'll ask you again; who. are. you?"

Bash opens his mouth, but his reply simply dies in his throat. So, he closes his mouth and looks away. Berserk tilts her head in puzzlement, her eyes softening with worry. "Okay, how about this? Who am I?" The redhead gestures to herself. 'You're a member of the Punks; a natural-born leader; a villain; a criminal who effortlessly makes allies with anyone and everyone; you're a role model--in some ways; you're...,' Bash's thoughts trail off. He couldn't think of one concrete way of describing the redhead--but after a while, it strikes him, the perfect way of describing her: "You're, perfect."

"....wha-what?!" Berserk gawks, absolutely flabbergasted beyond belief by the response. Bash bites back his laugh and instead elaborates his point. "You're perfect in every sense of the word; perfect strategist, perfect leader, perfect stats, perfect fighter, perfect sister, and--well, if I were to name them all, even after 10 years, I still won't be halfway through." Berserk continues to gape, a soft pink blush dusted on her cheeks. She shakes her head and recomposes herself.

"You do realise there's no such thing as a perfect person?" She questions with a raised brow. The blond shrugs. "What, is there something you're not good at?" He retorts. He honestly was stunned when the redhead nods. "Yup! I'm a bad cook and an even worse baker. I'm not good with aim or strength either," she lists off the skills with her fingers.

"Okay, fine; you're not perfect--but you are the closest any human will get to perfection," the Right snaps back stubbornly. "Why are you asking me these questions, anyway?" The girl smirks. Ignoring the query, the girl instead asks, "Was it hard trying to find the answer?" Bash pauses, before slowly nodding; causing the redhead to grin. The girl pushes herself up and looks ahead. "You can't define a person with one word--a person is more than just their rank or title. You said I was perfect, right? Yet you hesitated; because you were thinking of my other traits as well."

"Just 'cause I'm villain, that doesn't define me as a person; I'm also a sister, a daughter, a leader, a tactician, and so much more. You can never sum up a human with a few words--unless you're solely judging them by appearance; but even then, who's to say your assumption would be even remotely correct?" The Punk pauses for breath.

"Just cause someone's wearing raggedy or baggy clothes, doesn't necessarily mean they're poor; likewise, a person who has stylish clothes doesn't always mean they're rich." Berserk finishes. The blond Right turns his body around and gazes at where Rose's party would've been, crossing his arms. "...what's your point?" He questions, looking at the redhead through the corner of his eye.

"My point is...," Berserk trails off. She turns her head to stare directly into Bash's eyes. "You are a hero." Bash stiffens, his eyes widening cartoonishly. He stares at the girl dumbly, like a statue. Finally, he snaps his head away. "Heh, in what way? Just cause I have powers?" He laughs dryly. Surprisingly, the Punk leader shakes her without hesitation. "Not every hero wears a cape or needs a mask--well, technically you Rights are both," Berserk pauses to chuckle while the blond purses his lips. "Anyways, not every hero has superpowers either; all they need is resolve, strength, and a sense of justice--well among others."

"Truthfully, everyone is a hero in their own right--pun unintended." Bash ignores the last part and regards the redhead curiously. The female grins and continues, "For example, I'm a villain; but in Rose's eyes, I'm a hero. A few years ago, her father was sent to prison. Although he was a known mob boss, he was falsely accused during his trial. I volunteered to be their lawyer--I won and reduced his sentence. Instead of death, he was sent to prison but on special occasions, he may return to his family. Ever since then, Rose has always thought of me as a hero." Bash decides it's probably not the time to ask how or why was she even allowed to volunteer as a lawyer.

"You remember the woman with the mohawk?" Berserk inquires and the boy nods. "Well, she's Rose's aunt. Charlotte--that's her name--used to be shy and docile--until she met my sister Brute. Brute inspired her to find strength and confidence in herself--so in Charlotte's eyes--Brute is a hero." The redhead smiles, looking up at the sky. "A person who donates money, is a hero to the unfortunate; a firefighter who risks his life, is a hero to burn survivors; a doctor who does his all to cure ailments, is a hero to his patients." Berserk closes her eyes, beaming softly.

"So you see: everyone is a hero, one way or another--it doesn't matter if you have powers or not; if you're young or old; if you're strong or weak. A hero is someone impossible to define, but anyone can be a hero--whether they realise it or not." The Punk finishes. Bash takes a shuddering breath. "I'm not a hero...," he mumbles, close to the brink of tears. Berserk peers at him sadly. "You may think you're not, but you are one." Bash shakes his head, covering his ears in a pathetic attempt to drown out the Punk's voice. He slumps down, hiding his face from view.

"I'm not a hero! I was never a hero!" The Right sobs miserably. Berserk jumps beside the blond and kneels in front of him. "I wasn't able to protect anyone...I wasn't able to protect those who needed it." The blond swallows the lump of regret in his throat. "I'll never be a hero like Blake," The blond looks up and stares at the redhead.

Tears stream down his face, as he gives a shaky smile. "F***; even you're a better hero--A BETTER PERSON THAN I'LL EVER BE!!!" Bash shrieks, breathing heavily. The male looks down, balling his fists as a few drops of water fell on his hands.

(The advice is from the vid below btws. Just watch the first part.)

https://youtu.be/lOc8Q0XpxSU

Berserk raises her own hand and gently tilts the blond's face to look at her. The redhead's eyes soften at the Right's pitiful expression. "If you look at who you want to be, you'll always feel this way." The Punk gingerly takes hold of both the blond's hands, treating him like glass. "It's part of human nature to aspire to be more than we are; so you'll never say 'You made it'; cause you'll always want to be more than what you are, you'll always strive to be better than you are, you'll always be improving yourself. So, instead of looking at who you want to be, look at how you used to be--only then will you see, the immense progress you have made," the girl counsels, smiling ever so sweetly.

"That's so, cheesy," Bash hiccups, attempting a smile and chuckle. The Punk blinks in surprise before giggling as well. "You tried protecting me when you thought we were in danger, even though I'm your ene--,"

Without warning, the boy leans forward and hugs the redhead tightly, cutting her off. Berserk stiffens in surprise, but then she relaxes and wraps her arms around the blond's figure. "Thank you...," he whispers muffled as he buries his face in the redhead's shoulder.

Berserk rubs soothing circles on the male's back, as she could tell Bash was still upset; his body was quivering and the wetness on the girl's shoulder was definitely not because of raindrops. When Bash heard what she said next, he tightens his grip on the redhead and further buries his face, trying to hide his sobs. She told him;

"You are a hero, Bash."

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Finished!

Oof, out of all the chaps this one definitely had the most vids by far. I also took quite a while to finish. As you can tell, this is really long. Sorry.😓😥😓

Oh, and time for a little self-promo. For those who don't know, I made a community called VileTown. Based off this world. Please check it out! (There's a link in my bio)